Chucks to gators, great to greater
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quit the bullshit to make the paper
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who said a gangster can't be a banker
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ya gotta make ya money in large amounts
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shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs
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you ain't talkin bout swallowin mine
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when the mic turned on, Slink Capone for the job
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'cuz you know I'm fully qualified
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a lotta niggas wanna know what it takes to make
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the pretty bitches sell they bodies from state to state
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you all caught up in the hype like Wayne Loc say
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try the shit again, 'cuz it ain't yo day
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you wanna dive in head first, but you don't know the game
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now they got you for ya scratch and ya Rolex chain
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even if ya leakin out a hole in the brain
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muthafucka, you still better throw them thangs
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Nationwide is the clique, and we supply the funk
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snatch a hatin ass punk and make him ride in the trunk
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ain't no denyin us, we the livest
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and we never let the muthafuckin iron rust
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anybody wanna get served, line up
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and if you ridin with us, get behind us
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Slink Capone, Murda One, Playa Playa on that ass
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get the cash, see in platinum we trust, nigga what???
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I put a punk bitch in a chokehold for trippin
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intervenin on my Crippin and we known for dippin
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don't try to clown and get caught up in the wrong position
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ya hard head, what you think you too grown to listen
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only GOD really knows how long we livin
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unforgiven, but our acts be hunger driven
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growin up in the city, made some wrong decisions
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but $hort plugged me in, now I'm on precision
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Slink Capone: Nation Riders
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